The tall and thin man carefully stared at everything in Geezer Xu's house on the holographic monitor. He did not even let go of the people who passed by. Every person who got slightly close to Geezer Xu's house, the tall and thin man would carefully scrutinize the expression on their face to see if they could possibly be related to Geezer Xu. He was focused, fully engrossed in his work, because he knew that this was one of the reasons why he was chosen by the higher-ups.
Suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere and covered his mouth. Before he could react, he felt a chill in his throat, and saw blood spurting out like a fountain. Is that my blood? The tall, skinny man thought in horror. He struggled desperately to get rid of the iron grip. I can't die! I don't want to die! The tall, skinny man screamed in his mind, but his body was losing control.
His throat felt cold, as if a cold wind was blowing, and his strength was leaking from his wound. A sharp pain came, and the tall, skinny man's vision went black, and he passed out.
Ye Chong felt that the man in his hand was dead, and threw him on the floor.
Ye Chong felt a headache just by looking at the door. The sound of metal clashing was too loud, and if the door was broken, everyone on the floor would be alerted. When he saw the white wall, Ye Chong's eyes brightened. The full-fat thermoplastic composite wallboard was strong, and had a strong sound-absorbing effect. It was only 10 centimeters thick, only 2 to 3 centimeters thicker than the door. With such a strong sound-absorbing effect, wouldn't it be convenient for him?
Ye Chong went downstairs first, and used the self-help photon processor in the hall to switch all surveillance systems on the 21st floor to resting mode. Of course, this task was handed over to Mu. Ye Chong returned to Room 065 on the 21st floor.
The dagger that Gu Shaoze had given him was always with him.
Ye Chong took out the dagger, measured its thickness, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it hard into the wall. The full-fat thermoplastic wallboard was indeed very good at sound-absorbing, and the dagger made almost no sound when it was stabbed. The material was also very hard, and it took Ye Chong a lot of effort to stab the dagger in.
This floor must have been arranged by the higher-ups, and no one came in. Ye Chong took advantage of it.
Ye Chong laboriously cut the wallboard slowly, carefully controlling his speed, afraid that he would accidentally alert the people in the room. Ye Chong could only hear the faint rustling of the dagger. Ye Chong believed that if he was a little further away, he would not have heard it. Ye Chong decided that he would never use this kind of full-fat thermoplastic composite wallboard in the future, or else he would die in bed without even knowing what happened.
Ye Chong felt the dagger lighten, and was overjoyed. He gently pushed the piece of wall forward, and caught it before it fell to the ground. Ye Chong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the person in the front room was still leaning against him, and did not notice anything.
Ye Chong did not even spare a glance at the fallen man. He began to fiddle with the holographic monitor on the table.
Ye Chong did not have the time to examine it carefully. Time was of the essence. He removed the chip from the monitor and put it in his pocket. Ye Chong carefully removed everything from the man's body that might be related to his identity.
Ye Chong walked down the stairs slowly. As he passed through the main hall, he went to the self-service photon processor and erased all records related to him.
Once he was out of the building, Ye Chong deployed the F-58.
Looking at the mech in front of him, Ye Chong calculated in his mind. Hawkeye, a mech designed for reconnaissance. It was thin, only about six meters tall. The mech's outer layer was coated with a layer of organic glaze that could change color according to its surroundings. The most eye-catching feature was the two "horns" on its head, which could greatly increase Hawkeye's scanning range and pulse reception. It was equipped with an advanced scanning and anti-detection system. It was agile and fast, and had an amazing endurance. This had a lot to do with its specialized energy cells. However, its armor was extremely thin, and it would be impossible to survive a hit. Besides, its firepower was so weak that it would not be able to fight back.
Using a reconnaissance mech for surveillance, what a waste! Ye Chong thought to himself.
The F-58 was like a cheetah in hiding, watching for its prey. The F-58's anti-detection system was very advanced. Even though it was only a training mech, it was much better than the average mech. The opponent did not even notice it.
Ye Chong brandished his parrying spear. The UF magnetic blade was not suitable to be used now. Once the UF magnetic blade hit the opponent, the high-frequency vibration would send the mech fragments flying in all directions. That would definitely attract the attention of the mechs and aircrafts flying nearby, and his tracks would be exposed. Ye Chong thought to himself. What awaited him would be an attack from the other three mechs.
Killing the opponent was not Ye Chong's goal. It could be said that the two sides were not evenly matched. The opponent's Hawkeye had already lost when its proudest scanning system could not detect the F-58. However, Ye Chong was thinking of a way to kill the enemy without alerting anyone, and without alerting the enemy.
Sneak attacks had always been Ye Chong's favorite, as it would greatly increase his chances of winning. As long as it could increase his chances of winning, Ye Chong would not hesitate to use any method.
When the F-58's left hand snapped the Hawkeye's throat, the parrying spear in its right hand pierced through Hawkeye's cockpit. The parrying spear had a diameter of more than 30 centimeters. If a human was grazed by it, the chances of survival were slim. The Hawkeye's weak armor did not hinder it at all, like a piece of paper. Ye Chong was still worried. He pried open the broken armor of the Hawkeye's cockpit and confirmed that the person inside was dead. He then carefully placed the Hawkeye at an inconspicuous corner on the rooftop.
Ye Chong was getting more and more familiar with the act of snapping the opponent's neck, and loved it more and more. This was because he found that this move was too amazing. With just one move, the enemy would die. Moreover, the enemy would not make any sound before dying. It was clean and neat.
He did the same to the other Hawkeye, and now there were only two mechs left.
One was also a Hawkeye. Ye Chong was speechless. The opponent actually sent out 3 Hawkeyes for Grandpa Xu! Most people would think that the Hawkeye was only a reconnaissance mech, and would not think much of it. However, Ye Chong, who was very familiar with mechs, understood that a specialized mech like the Hawkeye was much more expensive than a mech of the same level. Just like the Sand Scorpion he used before, it was much more expensive than the Gold Wheat, although the Sand Scorpion was not as attractive as the Gold Wheat.
The other mech with the Hawkeye was Carl. No matter the time, Carl would always be a laborer. It was 16 meters tall, almost twice the height of the F-58, and all the parts on it were twice the size of the average mech. The ten-meter-tall shield looked like a giant moving wall, almost suffocating. If there were more than one such shield, what would people think when they saw Carl? Think about it, a towering giant, holding two shields as tall as a human, there was no other way to describe it other than barbaric. The dark green thick mechanical legs would produce a grinding sound that would make one's teeth ache. Obviously, no one would consider whether or not to add some anti-skid joints for this barbarian. The crude and cheap price determined Carl's role in the war as a laborer and cannon fodder.
The opponent put Carl and the Hawkeye together, only to make Carl a protector, oh no, a guardian. As long as Carl could stall the opponent for a while, with the speed of the Hawkeye, he could escape. As for Carl's life or death, it was not a concern.
Besides, with Carl's high defense and Hawkeye's powerful scanning system, it was a perfect combination to prevent ambushes.
Ye Chong sneaked towards the two mechs.
Surprisingly, the clumsy Karl was alert. He turned around and saw a black mech flying towards him. He immediately shielded Hawkeye with his two shields. The shields were about 10 meters tall, shielding the six-meter tall Hawkeye from the attack.
Carl saw that the opponent did not slow down at all, flying towards him at a steady pace, and did not show any hostility. He thought that the opponent was just a passerby. He had lost count of the number of mechs that had flown past them in the past few days. The first few times had made him nervous, but he had gotten used to it as time went by, and his guard was down. The guard's action was a reflex.
He could not help but laugh at himself for being too cautious. It was broad daylight, who would dare to fight in the city? Besides, he was a member of the Ji family, who would dare to provoke him? As he thought about it, Carl slowly moved his shields away from the Hawkeye.
Looking at the black mech's slow flying speed, Carl's mech pilot could not help but scoff. The opponent flying at this speed was most likely a rookie, and probably a rookie who was not even familiar with the basics of flying.
As expected, the black mech stumbled towards him like a drunkard.
Carl's mech pilot watched the black mech's stumbling figure and laughed. It was rare to have a chance to bully a rookie like this. He had been in a bad mood for the past few days when he was assigned to pilot Carl. Piloting Carl was like a role that could be abandoned at any time. To him, it was a great humiliation. However, he could only swallow the humiliation because of his superior's arrangement. Now that he had a rookie to vent his frustrations on, how could he not be in a good mood?
The black mech inched closer and closer to him. His clumsy body almost tripped a few times. Carney's mech pilot rocked back and forth in laughter, his eyes gleaming like he had just found a great toy. He was just waiting for the black mech to reach him. Ha, then he would have a good time playing with it!
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